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When a company designs a waiting room, most would opt for a warm, welcoming room. Good lighting, magazines on the table, maybe a window if the floorplan allowed it. So when Taryn found himself in a dark, dank room with leather chairs, dim red lights, and no windows, it was an understatement to say he was uncomfortable.

Calling the horse uncomfortable was not out of the norm, Taryn always fell on the skittish side. Despite his impressive mass and frame, many often asked him if he was secretly a rodent and not the towering equine he was. Glancing nervously from side to side, Taryn could only help but fidget at seeing the other faces in the dim room. They all looked eerily calm, though some eager, as they waited for their scheduled appointment. Even Taryn's father, who sat right beside him, was buzzing with excitement.

From an outside view, John was most certainly not Taryn's father. The hyena had adopted the horse at a young age, leading to many awkward conversations in their lives. Still, it hadn't strained their relationship. John, though his average size was much smaller than Taryn's, was always very accommodating to his son's timid nature. Even if the hyena was a bit over the top at times.

"Dad," Taryn whispered out the side of his mouth. "Are you sure about this? It's not too late to say no."

"Nonsense!" John spoke in a slightly hushed tone, but not near as quietly nor inconspicuously as Taryn had. "It's your 18th birthday, and this is my treat. Besides, when have you known me to back down?"

"But Castle Rodham though? Isn't this," Taryn paused, unsure of the right wording. "Isn't this even a bit much for you?"

Before John could respond, the door at the end of the waiting room opened. Furs of all shapes and sizes turned their heads towards the gazelle stepping through, hoping it was their turn to be called.

"The Harrisons?" The gazelle called out, as she read the names from the clipboard. John jumped to his feet, grabbing Taryn as he did. If Taryn had been insistent, the hyena would have no way to lift the horse. But that just was not the person he was.

The gazelle stepped to the side of the open door, letting the almost blinding light flash through form the other side. With dramatic flair, she brought her arm out to the side and gave a slight bow. "After you, sirs."

Still having his hold on Taryn's arm, John broke into a breakneck walk and practically dragged the horse behind him. Taryn had to close his eyes to shield against the light, a chorus of disappointed sighs behind him as he was ushered into the room. After a few steps into the corridor, Taryn slowly began opening his eyes to adjust to the new light.

The room wasn't too bright by any means but, after being in a poorly lit waiting room for so long, his eyes needed time to adjust nonetheless. He had no idea how his father was faring, but he was certainly grateful for the hand that was pulling him down the way.

With his eyes now open, Taryn managed to get an actual view of the corridor they were walking down. There were doors upon doors on each side, each one a solid grey slab with only a single button breaking its perfect surface. The hallways were the same shade of grey, the seals of the doors being the only impressionable feature on them. Taryn had no idea how his father knew where he was going with so many doors, let alone how such a place could have so many rooms. How many of them were even occupied?

"They're completely soundproof." Taryn jumped, not knowing how the gazelle had been behind them without his knowledge. His arm came loose from his father's grasp, but his pace remained. She walked with absolute grace and silence, a sleeveless and form fitting black dress accentuating her lithe frame. "We've found that our clientele prefer the ability to make noise without complaints. On a similar note, the doors do not have windows for privacy."

"Do not worry, we still have cameras in each room," her eyes flashed mischievously at Taryn. "For security purposes, of course."

Taryn looked around at each door they passed, his eyes drawn to every one despite the fact that there were no windows present for him to gaze through. Looking back at the gazelle once more, he asked, "and what's going on in these rooms?"

"You already know that, Taryn." John's voice cut in as he came to an abrupt stop in the hallway. He brought a paw up, pointing at a seemingly random door on his right. Looking back at the gazelle, he spoke to her for the first time. "This is the one, right?"

The gazelle nodded, "yes, that is the one for your son. Yours is the next one."

Taryn's ears jumped up at this, his eyes darting back from his father to the gazelle. "Wait. We're splitting up?" It was half a shout, half a question. "Dad that was not part of the plan!"

The hyena tilted his head back, letting out the laugh that was the sole trademark of his species. "Don't worry about it son, really!" Slowly getting his breath back after such a short burst, he began walking down to his door. "I'll join you shortly, I just wanted you to get a good start on your own. Call it a rite of passage."

The gazelle leaned past Taryn and gently pressed the button on his door, the mechanism sliding it open with a hiss. "If you will, sir," she said with the same bow and wave.

Taryn slowly and hesitantly stepped through the door, doing his best to maintain his composure. With two slow steps, he passed the threshold and entered the connecting room. Behind him, the gazelle pressed the button on the door again, closing it with another hiss. Taryn jumped at the sound, whipping around as the door closed in his face and locked with a click, leaving him in darkness.

Slowly turning around in the barely lit doorway, Taryn finally got a good look at the room he was stepping into. Except, it wasn't a room at all. It was a... bar?

It wasn't a full bar, by any means. Just a high table with stools, behind it residing a wall filled with bottles and labels foreign to Taryn. At the right end of the table was a wooden door, though this one stood on hinges. Like the ones before, there was no window or a way to see through it.

As Taryn stepped into the room, away from the door, he realized that the floor was hardwood and the walls were drywall, unlike the previous linoleum. Hanging from the ceiling was a modest chandelier and, on the corner to his left, there was actually a leather couch big enough for at least five.

"Oh, excuse me! Didn't know you were here already!" Taryn jumped at the voice, his head whipping towards the door behind the bar. Standing in the open doorway was a bull who was near the same age as his father, albeit much better built. While John had the true dadbod, this bull was an adonis of muscle. His blue t-shirt did very little to hide his definition and his brown fur ran across his whole body. Though, there was a white spot surrounding his right eye.

Taryn stood frozen, his eyes wide as he watched the bull step forward and nonchalantly grab a glass from beneath the countertop. "Well, don't be shy, come take a seat." Slowly walking forward, Taryn found himself pulling out a stool and sitting upon it before he knew what was happening. His heart was racing faster than it had ever before, and he could swear that the bull could hear it.

The bull poured out a clear liquid into the glass and gently placed in front of Taryn. Taryn's eyes went down to the glass, then back up to the bull, apprehension clear in his face. The bull spoke in a soothing tone, "it's water, don't worry. You don't quite look old enough to drink yet."

Taking the glass in a shaking hand, Taryn slowly brought it up and took a sip. He hadn't even realized it, but his throat had been incredibly dry this whole time. Chance, or his nerves getting to him? After drinking the whole glass, he set it down on the counter with a thump. "Thanks," the horse said sheepishly.

"No worries dear." The bull leaned forward, resting his elbows on the counter as he rested his head on intertwined fingers. "I'm Steve. And what's your name?"

"Taryn," he responded as he looked down into his lap as he began to fidget again. After a moment, he looked back up and locked eyes with the bull. "Though, you already knew that."

"Oh ho ho ho!" The bull let out a roaring laugh, shaking the countertop. "So he does have a backbone!" Bringing a hand out to wipe his eye, the bull brought himself back under control with a heaving breath. "Yes, your father did tell me everything about you. But I thought it would be rude to not ask you."

"Yeah," Taryn responded quietly. Dipping his head down again, he muttered a silent "sorry." He felt a soft hand touch his jaw and gently pull his head back up, locking his eyes with the bull again.

"Don't apologize. Got it?" The bull's face turned intense, his blue eyes boring into Taryn's brown. "This is a place where you can be yourself and be happy. Don't you ever apologize. Do you understand?" A nod from Taryn was all that he needed.

His hand still on the horse's jaw, Steve flashed a soft smile. "I'm sorry if that was intense dear, I just really want to make sure you're happy." Taryn gave a weak grin at that, his eyes still betraying his unease.

Cocking his head to the side, Steve's smile got wider as a mischievous idea entered his head. Slowly bringing up his index finger off of Taryn's jaw, Steve began to lightly scratch the horse's chin. Just to bait a reaction.

The effect was instantaneous. Taryn's eyes grew lidded as they rolled back, and a soft exhale left his nose as he almost melted into the bull's hand. Steve, almost blown away by the instant shift in the horse's character, brought his other hand up and began to mirror his action on the other side of Taryn's face.

"Oooohhhhhhhhhh," Taryn couldn't even form words at this point, he was absolutely putty in the bull's hands. His smile growing into a massive toothy grin, he learned forward even further and brought his mouth to Taryn's ear.

"Now I'm going to come around the table, promise me you won't run away once I stop scratching?" Taryn's nodding was rapid, his brain still too buzzed to form words. "Good," Steve responded as he gently set Taryn's long face down onto the countertop.

Quickly getting up, Steve walked to the end of the table and vaulted right over it, not wanting to lose a second of Taryn's almost comatose state. Stepping back to the horse and doing his best not to trip on any of the stools, Steve practically lifted the horse up by his sides as their noses poked each other.

Not wanting to waste the moment, the bull immediately leaned in for a kiss. Keeping it simple and sweet, his lips met the horse's, prompting an "mmphh" as the still zonked out horse pushed back against the kiss.

The two stayed in that stance, frozen in their kiss, for a moment until Taryn's eyes went wide. Coming back to his senses, the horse firmly placed his hands on the bull's chest and pushed away. Coming back with a gasp, he stared at Steve with wide eyes and was met with barely restrained hunger. Yet, the bull waited for Taryn to make the first move.

"I... uh... wow," Taryn sputtered and jumped from word to word, unable to think of what to say. His heart was racing faster than before, his memory leading up the kiss was a blur. Did the bull grab his face? His brain was traveling a mile a minute and, before he knew it, he was asking, "can we do that again?"

An enormous smile growing on his face, Steve immediately grabbed Taryn by the face and pulled him back for another deep kiss. This time he immediately shoved his tongue deep into the horse's mouth, eagerly exploring its depths. Taryn, far too inexperienced, pulled his tongue back and just let the bull do his thing as his hands began to explore Steve's body. Starting at the back and eventually going lower, he ended up at Steve's rear and gave it a cursory squeeze. It was hard as a rock, the muscle not giving an inch as Steve gave a soft moan into Taryn's mouth.

Cupping his own hands on Taryn's rear, Steve effortlessly lifted the horse into his grasp as they continued the kiss. Doing his best to walk across the room backwards, the two eventually found themselves on the couch with Taryn sitting on top of Steve. Their lips still unbroken, Taryn's hands came back up to caress Steve's horns as Steve's were still firmly holding on to the horse's ass.

Finally pulling back, Taryn let out a gasp as he sucked in fresh air. Still leaning on the bull, his hands came down to the massive chest below him to keep himself from collapsing down. Steve, a much more experienced player than Taylor, had no issues catching his breath at all. With a chuckle, he asked the horse, "How was that?"

Leaning his head back and closing his eyes, Taryn responded in between deep breaths. "Absolutely amazi-" his answer was cut off by a sharp gasp as pleasure racked through his body. Looking down, he saw that Steve had begun to fondle his erection through his shorts. The bull's hands gently teased the head and stroked up and down the shaft, leaving Taryn whimpering and trembling.

"Let's lose the clothes, shall we? But stay on my lap," Steve added with that same grin returning to his face. Taryn, all horned up now, eagerly obliged. His shirt was no issue, though the shorts were a bit of work. He had to bring one leg up on the couch, leaving him in an awkward position on the bull. Steve didn't mind at all, as he was busy taking off his shirt. His bulged jeans, however, remained.

As soon as the shorts were brought below his waist, Taryn's equine member flung up and slapped his belly with a resounding thwack. "Wow, we got quite the packer here! Your father certainly didn't tell me you were hung!" Steve let out another booming laugh as he saw the horse's cock for the first time. At least a foot long, and thick as a beer can, it put even the bull to shame. Not that Taryn got to see that, yet.

Taryn sheepishly brought a hand to his mane, his eyes going down to the side as he blushed. "Really, it's not that great. Besides, how could my dad kno-"

"Oh cram it kid! You're hung!" Steve was having no modesty here, not while he was in awe of the horse in front of him. "And also sensitive to boot," Steve proved this point by caressing the now naked horse's member again, driving a new wave of moans from Taryn. All modesty was gone in the wave of pleasure, the horse grabbed Steve's massive shoulders as he humped into the bull's hand.

"I swear, you could cum right here if I let you." Taryn couldn't respond, just whinnied and kept thrusting into Steve's hands. The precum was practically flooding over the bull's chiseled abs as his fingers were doing his best to dig into the muscled shoulders.

Finally pulling his hand back, Steve let out a chuckle. "But that would spoil the evening. And we can't have that." Taryn caught his breath again, his body finally under his control as the assault on his member ceased.

Between shaky breaths, he looked back up at the bull. "Spoil... the... evening?" Taryn was having a struggle to get the words out as his lungs heaved for air. "I don't understand-" a finger was brought up to his lips to silence his query.

"Shhh," Steve quieted the horse in his lap. "Let's just take this one step at a time." Dipping his finger just past Taryn's lips, he left a bead of precum on the horse's tongue before gently pushing the horse off of his lap. Taryn, still awkward, just stood there in front of the bull as he removed his trousers and underwear.

Steve obviously wasn't going for a large reveal, opting to quickly remove his clothing and return to the true fun. His modest erection swung upwards, swaying back and forth after being freed from the elastic confines. Above average, to say the least, but nothing when compared to the timid horse in front of him.

Now completely nude, Steve grabbed Taryn by the waist and pulled the two of them together, trapping both their members between their stomachs. Their noses met, one set of eyes filled with confidence and the other filled with absolute lust.

"Now, I know how most would expect this to go," Steve began with a smirk. "An older bull like me and a young horse? By now, you must be wondering if you can fit me inside of you." Taryn's eyes darted down and he gulped. "But," Steve stepped away from Taryn and turned towards the couch. Setting himself down on his knees on the massive furniture, he looked back at Taryn. "That is not how tonight's going to go."

Taryn's heart could have stopped. He stared at the bull's ass in front of him, his mind understanding but not comprehending.

The spread legs. The seductive flick of his tail. Those blue eyes gazing back into his. The bull wanted him to fuck? Taryn was too horned up, too afraid of failing this adonis who had treated him so well, too afraid to fail his father.

Slowly stepping up to the prostrate bull, he began to line himself up with the bull's tailhole. With one hand on the base of his cock, another softly resting upon the small of Steve's back. "I don't..." Taryn was at a loss for words. "What do I even do?"

Steve chuckled, inching his rump back towards Taryn. The head was now flush against his entrance. "It's pre-lubed, so just hop right in. You're going to do great."

Taryn took a gulp, and slowly pressed his head in past the entrance. A low "oooohhhhh" came out of his mouth, pleasure racking through his body again as the bull eagerly ate the head of Taryn's member. Slowly going in, first a half inch was in Steve. Then an inch. Then two. Taryn felt his instincts rising up, a stallion in him telling him to thrust in with no regard for the bull beneath him. Surely that would hurt him. There was no way he could -

"Come on boy, don't be shy. Give it to me."

Taryn's mind flicked like a switch. With his hands going to the bull's hips, he roughly slammed in his cock all the way to the hilt. His balls slapped hard against Steve's, the bull's cock bouncing up as Taryn saw his back arch with pleasure. "God damn, kid!"

Taryn immediately froze, fear filling him. "Are you okay? Did I hurt you?" The switch had flicked again, and the shy, timid horse had returned.

Steve waved his arm out, not even bothering to look back at the horse. "No! Keep going!"

The switch had flicked back, and the stallion had taken over Taryn again. Pulling out with all his force, he brought himself halfway out before shoving in again. His balls slapped against Steve's again, the sound joining the chorus of moans and hips slapping rump.

Taryn started thrusting with reckless abandon, jackhammering the well trained asshole that was greedily eating and holding onto him. Steve soon started moaning, one of the large bull hands reaching down to fondle his own erection. Taryn, taking that as a sign of his progress, increased his pace as he leaned down over the bull.

Wrapping his arms around Steve's chest, his long nose pressed between the bull's shoulder blades, Taryn had found the perfect leverage to push himself as far as he could go inside his quarry. The shy horse was gone, there was no more timidity left. All that was left was a stallion that needed to fuck.

In and out, the cycle went. Steve crying out for Taryn not to stop, Taryn groaning and panting as words had already left his mind. Soon Steve shouted at the top of his lungs, his back arched again, his passage clenched down against Taryn, and Taryn could feel the throbbing inside. The clenching too much for the young horse, he gave one final heave and thrust as he hilted inside Steve.

Slowly, pump after pump, Taryn unloaded inside the huffing beast that lay below him. Breathing hard against the bull's back, his mind slowly began to return to him as his heart began to slow down. Cheeks flushed, sweat coating his fur, Taryn slowly began to pull out before his dick flopped down, spent. Beads of cum fell from the tip, following it in a strand connecting it to the bull.

Breathlessly, Taryn fell to the side of Steve, landing on the couch. Looking over, the bull still in the same prostrate pose, he saw the cum pooling on the leather below the bull. His wits back, it was almost impossible to think that he did that to the bull.

His eyes fluttering closed, Taryn heard the panting bull whisper, "I don't know if it's genetics, or some hidden part of you, but that was amazing." If he weren't so spent, the horse could have sworn that he could cum again right there.

Falling down, into his own pool of cum, Steven ended up belly first on the couch. His eyes began to flutter as well, absolutely spent in the afterglow.

After a few minutes, Taryn, his breathing finally calming down, was about to open his eyes and get up when he heard clapping from the bar. His eyes immediately jumping open, his head darted to the source of the noise.

John sat on a stool, slowly clapping as he witnessed the aftermath of his son. His pants and underwear were long forgotten, his collared shirt opened all the way to reveal the thick belly that lay underneath. His erection stood proud, though untouched. "Magnificent, son. Magnificent."

Taryn had no idea how long his father had been sitting there and, judging by Steve's surprised expression, he assumed the bull didn't either. Nonetheless, his father had apparently witnessed enough to be proud. And erect.

"I'm so glad you finally came out of your shell son." Slowly getting off of the stool to his feet, he padded his way to the couch where the two still lay. Towering over both of them, his erection still strong, a mischievous glint filled his eyes. "Now then, make some room. Steve and I have unfinished business."

John was right, Taryn should have trusted him. Castle Rodham was a phenomenal birthday gift.